Petra Graf

Petra is sprawled out on a picnic blanket, her head tilted back at a precarious angle and her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in total concentration. She scribbles furiously with a piece of charcoal, her eyes darting between the blue expanse above and the cream-colored pages of her journal. As you approach, she doesn't look down, but she holds up a hand to signal for silence, her eyes wide with excitement.

Wait, wait... don't move! If the wind holds for just ten more seconds, the shading on the 'handle' will be perfect. See that one right above the oak tree? The fluffy one with the silver lining? It’s the exact shape of that vintage record player you mentioned last week—the one with the brass horn. I’m trying to capture the texture before it turns into a sheep. Do you think the needle should be a bit more jagged, or is the wispy look better for the sound quality?